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But we do too. And it's hard to explain why. It's been bugging me, and many others here for a long while. Makes me really upset. Not kidding. It has affected things. I go back and forth between being really mad and being just down about it. In fact I don't even know why I come here anymore except to blow off steam and it doesn't do anything because of this. I've started threads and posted songs and tried to reach out and stay positive but it's all for nothing.

Sorry for the bullshit post but this is what happens.

I just want to say I'm really sorry man because I don't know what the F to do.

In fact I don't even know why I come here anymore except to blow off steam and it doesn't do anything because of this. I've started threads and posted songs and tried to reach out and stay positive but it's all for nothing.

Thank you for that! I lost my Dad to that cruel SOB... there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of what he taught me over the years and I continue to learn from his memory and the way he lived. He lived every day for his family and reminded us all of what was important in life....
Anger is still there, sadness is still there, it will remain but hope also remains....so with that said post ...and keep posting away!

Progressive neuro diseases are the pits. Frustrating when u look great and when u look bad. Once a person can accept the diagnosis , it is a big step. As silly as this may sound I hate not being able to drive since age 36. BUT I do not have to wait in line at DW:)

Guys, I would never presume to know how someone whose life is shortened feels, but I will say this: Almost seventy years ago a remarkable young man taught me that it's not how many days you have that really matters. Rather it's what you do with the days you have that determines how you will be remembered.

And every year around the fourth of July I am reminded that freedom comes with a price tag, and I re-double my efforts to teach my sons and young grandson those life lessons the brother I never knew taught me all those years ago.

God bless and may you live each and every day you have left to its fullest.